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updates are done in the site !!!

go there for updates! here, i will do it once in a while...

miss ya all, ciao

c'est le debut

this is where it's going to start.

say my good-byes and bid my farewells.

moving on and yet never forgetting what's left behind.

See you all my friends in January 08 and I'll be back with more stories and highlights in my life!

au revoir mes amis.

a wrong decision

supposed to head out but fatigue hit me.

I am tired. And I tell myself I need to sleep.. Of course I wish I am elsewhere, doing something else. Talking about something else. But right now, I'm here doing what I'm doing.

sigh

How do I know how Desmond is doing overseas?

IF you ask yourself that question,

THEN, here is the answer (after setting it up a few weeks ago, I decided to keep it a secret until now):

http://huatinparis.multiply.com/

Bookmark it!

It'll be good if you guys have an account at multiply. That way, I can add you as a contact, you can leave messages on the tag board etc...

I find that multiply is quite friendly as in the categories are clearly marked... easier to navigate. :)

alright, see you guys there soon.

This blog will be updated randomly as well

and there were a few serious uglies

By ugly, I'm not being superficial this time round. Something new huh? No, I'm not targeting physically fat or ugly people.

Let me share a story with you -

At a local food center, a rather quiet person went to order bowl of prawn noodles, went back to check with his friend what else is wanted, and went back to the stall to wait for his order to be ready.

There came this 30 odd years old lady, no wrong.. woman who came and said,"Take away your tray"

And so, the quiet guy moved his tray slightly to the side to provide space for that particular woman.

And she went again "Take away your tray first, he will give me my food first"

And so, the person waited.

She went again "How come you don't take away your tray? I said he'll serve my food first already and I need space!"

Then the guy looked at her blankly, shook his head a little, and looked at the stall owner and assistant who then told her in the face "Eh, he came first one, this bowl is HIS and let him put his tray nearer can OR NOT?!"

The quiet guy smiled, looked at her to make sure she gave way, and walked away with a satisfied victorious sensation of having done nothing and yet totally making someone irritated and flustered.

Alright, then come along what most drivers in Singapore will experience on the roads. Each time you drive and keep in your lane (This is what most drivers are supposed to do). You move along the traffic... and when desired, or when necessary, you make a switch in lane. And this is where the ugliness comes in.

There will always be this chance for you to glide into the other lane, until some serious-ugly comes in dashing forward to warn you that this space in front of his car (which coincidentally, at the side of your car) belongs to him and well, maybe her only. If you do not have the intention to cut, there seems, to be this harmonious atmosphere that we are all very friendly road-users.

PART II (of some serious ugly on the road)

Does it hurt to wait a little more at the traffic lights when it turns green? ARE YOU FUCKING RUSHING TO GO TO HELL?



AHEM.. alright.

sorry for the sudden outburst. :P

one left...another gone

One of my colleagues ended her work today. Well, ended as in stopped working. Her school starts on Tuesday...and yup, parents din allow her to work while studying.

Another, left previously cos' school started as well.

One will leave after this Thursday.

Another 2 will work on and off after this week.

A pit stop in our lives where our paths crossed. Friendships were made and nonsensical customers were faced. Glasses were broken and icing sugar were on our noses. Where bimbotic moments were our daily entertainment and very fulfilling meals were consumed. With chaotic meal times during weekends and random conversations with one another to kill time when there are really just souls around.

5months for me went by just like a 5minute nap. Yes.. that fast. When you are that tired, and all you need is some rest kinda 5minute where you wake up feeling you want more of it where actually all you needed you already had.

I'm not saying that I am sick of working. There were of course days I wished I was doing something else. When the sun shone brightly across the sea and me behind the counter preparing the tea, it just didn't feel right. There were times where I felt sick (literally) and yet had to push myself to look forward to another 10pm.

I start each day by telling myself that I will speak more french at work (but whether I actually do is another thing all together). I remember the first day I worked, where I was offered a glass of champagne to celebrate the beginning. I remember the first time a customer gave me a $10 tip. I remember the first time where a customer thanked me for making the experience a pleasant one. I remember the first time I recognized a regular customer and they too, recognizes me. I remember the first time I started preparing desserts for customers. The first time I started preparing tartines for myself (and subsequently for customers). The first time I did catering with my boss. The first time I did delivery with my boss. The first time I saw a change in the menu, the first time I saw the change in staffing, the change in job scope...

From just me alone as a part-timer, there was another... then another then another... and after that, one left, and another then another.

I don't know why I'm getting emo about this. But, cliché as it may be.

c'est la vie. c'est la vie pour nous et il n'y a rien que nous pouvons faire.

Now, I just have to look forward, pack and move on.